I believe I slipped up today,
Showed you how I feel,
After living and hiding sentiments,
It was inevitable.

What let you know?
The blush,
Giggle,
Tripping over my shoes when I look at you?

At least you know now.

Two in a bed;
One is asleep,
The other, playing her a lullaby.
The Third?
She's writing.
Dreaming of the day when someone will show her that love.

it’s the night for an escape

for some book thievery,
some german sweat,
some silver eyes and hair like feathers

it’s the night to pretend that none of this happened, that no-one’s hurting or afraid, that i’m not equally filled with protective rage and ridiculously nauseating terror.

the could haves
should haves
would haves
they’re whispering evil lies inside my mind

oh yeah, it’s time to escape.

She's using you.
Can't you see?
My heart is hurting for you.
She needs a shoulder to try on,
Your emotions blind you to the manipulation.
Why settle for one love,
When you can have two?
Don't you realise,
You are so heart over head.
Dear friend,
Why do you not see.

Snap your fingers,
Tap your bag,
Grab your hair,
Scratch your skin.

Walk as fast as you can,
Don't run yet,
Don't look back
Don't fight so hard

Hope that he'll help,
Grab your hand,
Just to hold you down,
Keep you here

Watch the blood drip onto the keyboard,
The welts and bruises on your forearms
You were meant to look nice before you leave..
Leave this town and this home,
Leave these friends and these lovers
Ha.
Lovers.

old remarks

on old photos

from old journals

bring back old feelings

**and old regrets.

you. you should travel.
not to boast of your travels,
rather to explore and honour the beautiful world created for you.

you. you should travel,
not to get more stamps on your passport
rather to encounter towns, cultures, foods you have never dreamed of.

you.
you should travel.
not to lose more money,
rather,
to be witness to the most beautiful moments

What if you laugh?
Will you mock my poetry?
It's only,
The cry of a cracking heart.
Will you be scared away,
Like all the others?
Will you stay,
Out of pity?
What if you hate me?
What if I am too scared to ever tell you?
What then?
What if?

Fall in love with her beetroot blush,
The way she tucks her hair behind her ear,
Her dimpled smirk...

Fall in love with her freckles,
The way she leans in to listen to what you're saying,
Her scars...

Fall in love with her story,
The way she stares at her hand when she speaks,
Her secrets...

Fall in love with her trust,
The way she loves another man,
Her faith...

Fall in love with her:
                      Gently,
                                Purely,
                                         Emphatically.

Fall in love with her,
Like He would.

It's an overused platitude to say that everything reminds me of you
A banal cliché to be the girl who cries herself to sleep
But, when it happens, you can't fear the overused phrases
You have to learn to accept that you will spend some days watching a whole season of a sitcom he showed you one day
Some days reading through old messages
Some days crying
Some days healing
Not all days are dedicated to your hurting heart, not all days are meant to be for hurting
Most days are actually for sunshine and reading
For painting and writing
For prayer and for hope, because you are not your pain
I am not my pain, but...

Nights are cold without your warmth,
Your presence was enough to soothe my anxious soul.
Winter is creeping up on us,
Chilly days,
And icy nights.
All the leaves are falling,
But there is no-one to wonder at this marvel with me.
I am alone.